The much maligned dandelion must come from somewhere… Taraxacum officinale is the most international citizen, the greatest transgressor of borders, (which we know are abstract and arbitrary) and so I seek them in the thick uncut grass on the street verges and in the unkempt front gardens and parks. When I see the bright yellow flowers, the spherical seed heads swaying in the breeze I am greeting an old friend. Should I pick some leaves to add to the salad? Or should I let them be? The swift slice of the lawn mower only causes them to duck down. They will return next season or perhaps before!
